Ellen Grace Olinger
kitchen work
I say “Good Morning”
to the generations
in holiday photos
on the refrigerator
cards on the table
it will take some time
to learn all the news
and I simply pray
that they all be well
POEMS FROM OOSTBURG, WISCONSIN
Winter afternoon
sun on a page
of poetry
and then light
in the trees
thoughts of
Christmas and
snowdrops in Spring
POEMS FROM OOSTBURG, WISCONSIN
Christmas carnations
in the vase that used to hold
fresh flowers for Mom
blessings each in turn
return to bless us
And the Word
was made flesh,
and dwelt among us . . .
full of grace
and truth.
From John 1:14 (KJV)
predawn and watching
the sky grow light
gift of another day
to read and write
And so my soul
Spills over
Into print again
As the sun spills
Over flowers
And the neighborhood
Sleeps
Endurance is eloquent
And marigolds are
Admirable because
They bloom
So long
Oh, my heart
Is tender
Yet God keeps it
Strong
And so my soul
Spills over
Into print again
Ellen Grace Olinger
Time of Singing,1991
From my post, Old Poem: And So My Soul. I thought it would be helpful to some readers to also offer a large print version.
POEMS FROM OOSTBURG, WISCONSIN
Large Print Poems 